Sci Fi

How to Fly
Good evening y’all! It’s your boy, HP Sullivan, and thanks for sticking with me into the final chapter of our journey to flight. It’s the one we’ve been waiting for, gang! We’re doing this! We’ve come so far together and I hope each of y’all are proud of yourselves. I am. Lots of folks will have given up by now, but not you, and that’s really saying something. I mean it.
By Faris Lannon14 minutes ago in Fiction
The Library
Nihil River flowed through Neocity, curving under a wooden bridge near the Library. Mathilde had been walking along the river for the past few days. Not having her own transportation put her in a category of people needing special attention. However, special attention required money, which she didn't have to spare. She had been saving all the money from Mr. Burry's generous pocket, carefully putting it aside for this adventure. An adventure and an escape. It was the first journey she had embarked on since turning twenty. Children were no longer children at this age and could now choose for themselves. Mathilde had slipped from her parents' orbit, especially her mother's.
By Moon Desertabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
How to Pretend You're Not Being Controlled by an Alien Parasite.
SECTION 1: MASTERING BASIC HUMAN BEHAVIOR STEP 1: Maintain Natural Facial Expressions Humans rely heavily on facial cues to determine whether another human is “acting weird,” “behaving strangely,” or “clearly possessed by something unspeakable.” To avoid suspicion, you must master the art of the casual expression.
By Sara Wilsona day ago in Fiction
The Price of Perfection: A Glimpse into a Utopian Future
In the not-so-distant future, humanity has reached what was once thought impossible: a perfect world. No more wars, no more disease, no more hunger. Technology has solved everything, and for the first time in history, humans live in a society where every need is met with a simple thought. Welcome to the utopia of the future—where life is easy, and everyone is happy. Or are they?
By HazelnutLatteaa day ago in Fiction
Freedom We Reap
“Manny, you’re hurt!” “What did you expect? I wasn’t out for a walk in the park. The warden thought I wasn’t working hard enough. Here’s today’s wages: a bag of carrots and tubers.”
By Maria A. Pereza day ago in Fiction
Goldilocks Zone
“Breathe,” a low voice said gently. “Breathe. Take your time and when you’re ready, open your eyes.” Ornette took in the deep breath the voice recommended and then said saucily, “What? No kiss?”
By Stephanie Van Ormana day ago in Fiction
Octavia Girl Vol. I
Introduction Sardius was alone in the interview room as bright lights shone in his eyes and voices rang out from behind the blinding rays. No one was there. The voices from the panel of interviewers rang through a speaker system. He couldn’t see them, but there were cameras pointed at him like guns.
By Stephanie Van Ormana day ago in Fiction
The One Who Stayed in the Dream
1 It started with the dream. Every night, I saw him. It was always the same. A boy with dark hair and calm eyes, sitting across from me at a café that doesn’t exist. The walls were pale yellow, the windows fogged from the rain outside, and there was always jazz playing softly in the background.
By Yamuni Kaijumia day ago in Fiction
Welcome to MIM!
Congratulations on your acceptance to the Department of Memetic Infrastructural Management! We appreciate your commitment to safety and secrecy. Listed below are tips and guidelines to help you as you settle into your new role. MENS PURA, MUNDUS TUTUS.
By Daniel Bradbury2 days ago in Fiction
Predator
Many of you are familiar with the iconic sci-fi species Predator (otherwise known as Yautja) with such iconic ones being Jungle Hunter (Predator) City Hunter (Predator 2). Along with the comic books and video games featuring them often going up against the Xenomorphs.
By Johann Hollar2 days ago in Fiction
Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred
"Mike Singleton" "Who?" "Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred" "Why is he still being read, and increasing his reads?" "What are you on about?"
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Fiction
The Red Herring. Top Story - January 2026.
The courtroom was standing room only. Reporters from every major newslink crowded in the rear with satcams poised and aimed, the air buzzing with pent up electricity. A solemn hush falling when she arrived, the room turned quiet as a sanctuary of prayer. We all held our breath in the stillness of the precious moments of her passing, the burnished wooden benches elevated to pews by her mere presence.
By John Cox2 days ago in Fiction